
Ph : Peter Lindbergh
Photography + poem + art

Ph : Peter Lindbergh

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
– Lauren DeStefano – Wither

I was alone thinking I was just fine
I wasn’t looking for anyone to be mine
I thought love was just a fabrication
A train that wouldn’t stop at my station
Home, alone, that was my consignment
Solitary confinement
So when we met I was skirting around you
I didn’t know I was looking for love
Until I found you …
A thousand stars came into my system
I never knew how much I had missed them
Slap on the map of my heart you landed
I was coy but you made me candid
And now the planets circle around you
I didn’t know I was looking for love
Until I found you …
So we built from here with love the foundation
In a world of tears, one consolation …
And if you left I would be two-foot small
And every tear would be a waterfall
Soundless, boundless, I surround you …

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.
– Karl Lagerfeld –

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